Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1887-11-02

week was slipping by, and every night
ne drew n sigh or relief at the thought
OF the clean record of that day The
door had opened at the sesame of care
fulness and perseverance.
Colonel Marden n-th's was "Wednesday
had sent him to look up an estate in
certain unusued index. whose dates
were those OF the last century.
Tne volume opened of itself, and
between the leaves lay thick folded
Daper. Arthur's heart gave a boun J
that almost stified him, as with a kind
OF premonition he caught it up.
Yes, it was the lost will.
''ln the name OF God. amen. j.
John b. Thornton, of DIlton, County
Of
He had reached thus far by a kind of
| fascination.
Isn't it there, Arthur" called
| Colonel Marden's voice There was
the sound of chair pushed back
'Perhaps-"
The thoughts rushed through the
boys brain as he stood there, tran $
fixed, will in hand. and struggled with
| the temptation.
How had it found It's way to this
volume never before taken down-cer-
tainly not by Sam Could the Colonel
himself-no. imDossible. One of the
| lawyers? Yes, probably. They were
always more or less in and out. He
must have had IL. then, IN consulting
the old index, carelessly left 1t there,
ana Sam was guiltless, and he would be
even with him again more than even,
| for he was ''smarter,n Arthur reluct-
| -lnrlV 1nEnnu-1adnaI
there that Colonel Marden might see
which WAS the smart one.
The quick, firm step was near the
door.
His advantage would be gone in an
o.her moment. Only three days more.
He could lot give it up. Oh. he could
noti And it was not his business to
bring 1t forward, either. Very likely
Sam had left 1t there, after all. He
was forever leaving things in unheard
of places.
OF course he would not do anything
so mean as to hide 1t outright, put it in
his pocket or destroy 1t. He would
| inst leave it there and give Sam the
same opportunity of finding il. The
| struggle was succeeded by a glow of
selr-righteousness that he had not put
1t forever out of his rivals way, when
| too. that rival was so hateful and mean
a fellow.
Twenty pages lay upon Sans hopes
and ambitions, as Colonel Marden
| turned-no, he never turned, wheeled
into the ROOM
Yes, sir, IN have it in a moment, -
| Arthur made answer, 50 coolly as to
surprise himself. Yes, he would have
been fool to have done differently.
Surer yet was he that he had chosen
we'll when Saturday came. 1t was
| court day. too, when the court meeting
at Paulsboro' the Register would be
away all day IN attendance. He was
IN the office short time in the morn
ing. and it was just as he was going
that he said:
by the way, Arthur, heard at the
last moment that the Loring case may
be called. Get the papers ready, and
| il necessary l Will send for them.
Don't fail. promised Judge Baxter
to attend to It You understandY"
Eyes, sir" responded Arthur, easily
/ but his heart sank.
Still, he had the morning before him,
and the papers might not be sent for,
after all. He knew enough about
| Colonel Marden by this time to feel
that after that Yes, SIR" 1t would be
An unforgivable thing to fail him.
There WAS nothing particularly difficult
about the case, only a puZzling techni-
caIity that had occurred again and
| az am, but which he had been unable as
| vet To master
But he would look 1t up. Surely
there was time.
| And perhaps he might have succeeded
Al. k..ar s.aHr q
efforts; but everything seemed against
him There were more callers than
usual, several of them old farmers who
persisted In telling him their story
IRON beginning to end, and there were
payers called for and ceaseless momen-
tary Interruptions of The Colonel
inY'' till noon came, and he had not yet
mastered that knotty point, while every
moment the probate Directory
seemed to grow foggier.
He renamed Ia the office through
the dinner hour.
Perhaps, after all, the papers would
not be sent for. This, AS the afternoon
wore on, became the hope to which he
clung most fondly.
Three O'Clock and he began to
breathe easier; four, and he relaxed hi;
efforts. The office closed at five. Halt
past, and tipping back on his hlgt
office stool, ne gave glance or uncon-
cealed triumph at Sam, duly met and
interpreted.
Quarter of five. A week from now
he would be in Hanover, "A freshman
with a little pin, his society pin, on hi:
waIstcoat and coming home vacations
To see tie fellows of his class ploddlne
en- In stores or rusting out their live:
on farms, like Sam Allen, who once
had actually thought he could get u
college over his shoulders. Well, ht
would meet him kindly
The door opened. A boy In uniform
entered, he had a yellow envelope II
his hand
s.Herel Give it here!" called Arthur
and tore It open.
..S.ud papers at once, without faill
The express went at 9.l5, and h,
mad been trying in vain all day. There
lay the papers, to be sure, o1t thei
mig t be useless, and Colonel MardeL
receiving them at tins iuncture-h
was a quick-tempered man, too, be
I neaIh his self-contTol-It would b
fatal
For a moment Arthur buried hi
face in his hand. He must take tn
chances
, He took the papers, folded them once
, twice. to fit the big envelope. Sar
! looked up.
.Giye 'em here" ne said, gruffiy.
Not understanding the N Jtive, bu
grasping at the action as at the pro
, verbal straw, Arthur gave them, me
= chanically-
, Sam spread them out, looked theI
) over, asked shortly for other papers
, made a correction here, an addition
there, fung one into the waste baske
and replaced it with different blank
9 Then, without a word, he tossed thel
: all back.
r When Arthur returned, out
r breath. from the express office, SaI
Z b.d nis hat on, that same lnky hal
whose stains were plainly visible.
Z 81 say that was immense OF you,
! haoan Arthur. ''I'm no end sorry "
|. can't both have the place